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"
Look
you
there
now
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Dollop
,
indignantly
.
"
I
thank
the
Lord
he
took
my
children
to
Himself
,
if
that
’
s
all
the
law
can
do
for
the
motherless
.
Then
by
that
,
it
’
s
o
’
no
use
who
your
father
and
mother
is
.
But
as
to
listening
to
what
one
lawyer
says
without
asking
another
—
I
wonder
at
a
man
o
’
your
cleverness
,
Mr
.
Dill
.
It
’
s
well
known
there
’
s
always
two
sides
,
if
no
more
;
else
who
’
d
go
to
law
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
It
’
s
a
poor
tale
,
with
all
the
law
as
there
is
up
and
down
,
if
it
’
s
no
use
proving
whose
child
you
are
.
Fletcher
may
say
that
if
he
likes
,
but
I
say
,
don
’
t
Fletcher
ME
!
"
Mr
.
Dill
affected
to
laugh
in
a
complimentary
way
at
Mrs
.
Dollop
,
as
a
woman
who
was
more
than
a
match
for
the
lawyers
;
being
disposed
to
submit
to
much
twitting
from
a
landlady
who
had
a
long
score
against
him
.
"
If
they
come
to
lawing
,
and
it
’
s
all
true
as
folks
say
,
there
’
s
more
to
be
looked
to
nor
money
,
"
said
the
glazier
.
"
There
’
s
this
poor
creetur
as
is
dead
and
gone
;
by
what
I
can
make
out
,
he
’
d
seen
the
day
when
he
was
a
deal
finer
gentleman
nor
Bulstrode
.
"
"
Finer
gentleman
!
I
’
ll
warrant
him
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Dollop
;
"
and
a
far
personabler
man
,
by
what
I
can
hear
.
As
I
said
when
Mr
.
Baldwin
,
the
tax
-
gatherer
,
comes
in
,
a
-
standing
where
you
sit
,
and
says
,
‘
Bulstrode
got
all
his
money
as
he
brought
into
this
town
by
thieving
and
swindling
,
’
—
I
said
,
‘
You
don
’
t
make
me
no
wiser
,
Mr
.
Baldwin
:
it
’
s
set
my
blood
a
-
creeping
to
look
at
him
ever
sin
’
here
he
came
into
Slaughter
Lane
a
-
wanting
to
buy
the
house
over
my
head
:
folks
don
’
t
look
the
color
o
’
the
dough
-
tub
and
stare
at
you
as
if
they
wanted
to
see
into
your
backbone
for
nothingk
.
’
That
was
what
I
said
,
and
Mr
.
Baldwin
can
bear
me
witness
.
"
"
And
in
the
rights
of
it
too
,
"
said
Mr
.
Crabbe
.
"
For
by
what
I
can
make
out
,
this
Raffles
,
as
they
call
him
,
was
a
lusty
,
fresh
-
colored
man
as
you
’
d
wish
to
see
,
and
the
best
o
’
company
—
though
dead
he
lies
in
Lowick
churchyard
sure
enough
;
and
by
what
I
can
understan
’
,
there
’
s
them
knows
more
than
they
SHOULD
know
about
how
he
got
there
.
"
"
I
’
ll
believe
you
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Dallop
,
with
a
touch
of
scorn
at
Mr
.
Crabbe
’
s
apparent
dimness
.
"
When
a
man
’
s
been
’
ticed
to
a
lone
house
,
and
there
’
s
them
can
pay
for
hospitals
and
nurses
for
half
the
country
-
side
choose
to
be
sitters
-
up
night
and
day
,
and
nobody
to
come
near
but
a
doctor
as
is
known
to
stick
at
nothingk
,
and
as
poor
as
he
can
hang
together
,
and
after
that
so
flush
o
’
money
as
he
can
pay
off
Mr
.
Byles
the
butcher
as
his
bill
has
been
running
on
for
the
best
o
’
joints
since
last
Michaelmas
was
a
twelvemonth
—
I
don
’
t
want
anybody
to
come
and
tell
me
as
there
’
s
been
more
going
on
nor
the
Prayer
-
book
’
s
got
a
service
for
—
I
don
’
t
want
to
stand
winking
and
blinking
and
thinking
.
"
Mrs
.
Dollop
looked
round
with
the
air
of
a
landlady
accustomed
to
dominate
her
company
.
There
was
a
chorus
of
adhesion
from
the
more
courageous
;
but
Mr
.
Limp
,
after
taking
a
draught
,
placed
his
fiat
hands
together
and
pressed
them
hard
between
his
knees
,
looking
down
at
them
with
blear
-
eyed
contemplation
,
as
if
the
scorching
power
of
Mrs
.
Dollop
’
s
speech
had
quite
dried
up
and
nullified
his
wits
until
they
could
be
brought
round
again
by
further
moisture
.
"
Why
shouldn
’
t
they
dig
the
man
up
and
have
the
Crowner
?
"
said
the
dyer
.
"
It
’
s
been
done
many
and
many
’
s
the
time
.
If
there
’
s
been
foul
play
they
might
find
it
out
.
"
